Tamper with the Anchor
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
Phil was driving to Shawn Douglas’s office on Thursday afternoon. “I suppose you don’t want to tell me why you didn’t go to Laura’s funeral today?” he prodded gently.
“Your supposition is correct,” I said curtly. I was surprised that Phil had brought up the subject again. “I need to grieve in private, Phil. I haven’t had time to do that yet. We’ve been running around trying to get more information. Besides, I’d rather be in Shawn’s office trying to catch the murderer than in the middle of a funeral ceremony. I need time to digest my loss. Is that too difficult to understand?”
“No, I realize we all grieve in different ...